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I Cry Because
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By Michael P. Johnson
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I Cry Because

 

My spirit reaches out to You

My soul seeks You on high

In truth my God with death in view

I cannot help but cry

 

I cry because of joy my King

For all I have received

For all the future’s yet to bring

For promises believed

 

You’re Lord my God most awesome Friend

My shield in times of woe

Your perfect love will see no end

In life’s eternal flow

 

With mighty arm with gentle hand

With sweet caressing touch

You’ve made me quick to understand

You care for me so much

 

My heart is clearly plain in view

My thoughts are crystal clear

My very soul reveals to You

Everything I fear

 

For me my God You’re always there

Your arms are ever wide

Calling to children everywhere

To enter life inside

 

Because of this! The Truth I’ve heard

The facts I’ve come to see

By faith believing every Word

I’ll stand in victory

 

Within Your hand much more than blessed

With He who cannot fail

I’ll soar above the mountain crest

Beyond death’s shadowed vale…..

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Submitted: Friday, December 9, 2016

Last Updated: Friday, December 9, 2016

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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